And so, the waves
returned to my feet.
That lunar beauty
had stolen them away.
She bellied the ocean
bent it elliptic;
stretching the walk
from me to tide.
But no longer full
her grip weakened.
Salt water trickled
from her fingers
to rush cold
between my toes.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
